The Pubs

See below for all posts on the pubs we’ve chronicled to date.
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The Turk’s Head: Parliament St.

Back there in March at the outset of the end of the world, when everyone was elbow deep in everyone else - fighting for jaxx roll and self-raising flour, you might have seen me up on the quays, at the mouth of Parliament Street, sketch book…

Nancy Hands: Parkgate St.

You might note, as you take your travels around this city and find yourself, over a pint, sneaking a listen to a group with a good variance of age, that there may occur a moment where two people at opposing ends of the chronological spectrum…

The Dice Bar: Benburb Street

Slashing through the darkness in a manner photoluminescent, it sits affixed to cladding, casting all who pass by the pub in its unworldly scarlet hue. Cheekily hinting back to days when ladies of the night pounded this particular beat of Benburb…

Slattery’s: Capel Street

Alike all the great cities in the world, dear Dublin of ours is one that is often defined by its most famed thoroughfares. We may not have avenues that garner attention on par with that afforded to the Champs-Élysées or Broadway, but there…

The Bankers: Dame Lane

We used to live like lords. We’d roam freely from bar to bar, marching to the beat of the filthy change that jingled about in our arse pockets. We’d wade through packed pub gangways searching for seats that weren’t available. We'd cling…

Frank Ryan’s: Queen St.

Consider, if you will, the following couplet. “There is a crack in everything That's how the light gets in” Taken from Canadian crooner, Leonard Cohen’s back catalogue – these much quoted and poignant lines have many different…